Sortie de secours

I am a drunken mad woman, my footsteps echoes and sway heavily without faith, trodden with staggering quiet leaps and twirls in the air. They are weightless, light as air, but they will bruise. I am stripped bare without necessities - no jungle book, just the company of starking free-flowing emotions.

I am unconvinced, quivering with the freeze of uncertainty, and I will bite my bloody lips in the frost, who will you save?

I will destroy you.

for all i know, I don't need your pale intentions, laden with selfishness and suspicion. My words will break your inches of soul into tiny shards, and then I will kill them will my bare hands and they will flood you as they flow and it will annihilate you completely.

juxtaposed against the sunlight, you're the heart-warming saint everyone calls you but I call you a lie. We know what happens to liars. "liar liar liar liar" - I will chant it like a mantra until it becomes an emblem engraved within you.

you're on fire, a mass of tangled bodies, just exactly as you desire so much: the gorgeous screams and the luscious sparkling personalities, they are the fuel to your fire and they burn and they spark, and they will turn you into ashes. here's your happiness, here's your goddamn intimacy, your lust for warmth, and they will be buried with you. even your vile attempts of desperations, they will follow you into the afterlife.